Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Travelling Through Bad

Sometimes you have to travel through bad to get to good. My very abbreviated journey through a bad running life patch, ends up working out like a bad patch in the middle of a run or race. It seems to start with a kernel of belief that it you will get through it, even if you don’t know how or when.After a fun run to the Baskett Butte on Thursday and a scouting run over parts of an upcoming local 5k course on Friday, I was ready for a long run on Saturday. I parked 5 miles from where friends would be starting at 8:00 AM.I left myself 42 minutes to cover the 5, though I know they never start on time. I ran at a very comfortable pace and came in at 8:02, feeling really good. I haven’t run with a group in a long time, and the 10 miles with friends went by very fast. The 5 miles back to my car was into the wind and I was feeling a little fatigued but still felt really good.Good enough, in fact, to notice evidence of how illiterate we’ve become.

I live near here?

See, you really do have to travel through bad to get to good, some times. I finished at the old Eola Inn, now a Rockin’ Rogers, still with a lovely view of the dump, unless you aim the camera correctly.

The Willamette, still very high.

This week is back to a schedule, with a slightly improved frame of mind.